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I sit back. “What do you mean?”
“It’s driving me crazy,” he whispers. “Why didn’t I notice you before? How did Parker see something in you, and I didn’t?”
My gulp is mortifyingly loud. “I don’t know.”
“Me and him are usually in sync. That’s why we competed to get Yvie’s attention. I don’t understand how I never noticed him wanting to be with you.”
“I wouldn’t think about it too hard. I’m only the second choice.”
Lewis smiles, leaning forward. “I wouldn’t count yourself out.”
Dang it, my mouth is so dry.
He sits back, blurting, “Oh, I don’t have that photo of you and Parker anymore.”
It takes me off guard. “Huh?”
He shakes his head, casually looking off to the side. “Yeah, the one I took at the skatepark. I accidentally deleted it. Sorry, I know you wanted a copy.”
“Oh, umm, no problem.”
He looks back at me with a half-smile. “Do you have any last-minute advice about getting back into Yvie’s good books?”
“I don’t know if I’d be much help,” I croak.
“Kai said it was your idea to give Tabby flowers when she was upset.”
“You could try that with Yvie, but she seems more like a jewelry girl.”
Lewis winces. “Sounds expensive.”
“I guess it depends on how much you want to be with her.” I lean forward, a wave of confidence washing over me. “Maybe if it feels too hard, it’s not worth it.”
Lewis stares into my eyes, but then his brow furrows and he stands from the couch. “No, she’s worth it. I mean, it’s Yvette Anderson, for goodness’s sake. I’d be crazy to give her up.”
“That’s what every guy says, but she keeps ending up single.”
“Not this time,” Lewis says, tapping on his phone. “I’m not leaving her. We’re gonna stay together.”
Is he lying to himself? Am I crazy, or was he just suggesting he should pay attention to me instead?
Lewis puts the phone to his ear, and shocked excitement lights up his face. “Yvie? Yes! Thank you for answering.”
He listens intently, and then replies, “No, I’m at Kylie’s.” There’s more silence as he waits for her reply. “What’s the big deal? She’s my neighbor?”
Oof. Wrong thing to say. She literally thinks something is happening because we’re neighbors. Somehow, she’s oblivious to the fact he’s never looked my way in eighteen months.
“You weren’t answering the phone,” Lewis says, heat seeping into his tone. “I needed to talk to someone. You can ask her yourself. I’m over here getting advice on how to win you back.”
Oh my gosh. Do not put me on the phone with her.
“I thought you two were friends.” He listens to her, periodically shaking his head. He then lowers the phone, sliding his hand over it as he whispers, “I gotta finish this conversation.”
I stand, nodding. “Okay.”
He smiles and mouths, “Thanks,” and leaves the living room and heads out the front door.
I huff a loud breath, confused by the whole interaction.
